Who says
the night has its charm
Parties are of cold blue
clinically
skim off
all companions
to discover perhaps one
worthy partner for the night
stop being
an assassin for small talks
smile, nod, raise a glass
go along, blend in
no need to see
no need to know
no need to feel
when the night is over
be rid of my mask
the next party
on repeat
for the world to see
I am living
inside slowly dying
in this meaningless
pit
Flicker of Thoughts 